*Killian*
I have never known a she-wolf like her. Following along with my tale about the seams, she matches Lady Godiva for boldness, and I can well imagine her riding naked through the streets without a single blush forming anywhere on her person. And damned if I don’t want her again with a fierceness that makes me feel barbaric.
After I kick the door to my bedchamber closed behind us, I do precisely as she suggested and rip what remains of her clothing from her body. There is something immensely satisfying and feral in the rasp of rending satin and silk, in the way that Tia simply stands there and lets me have my way with her, her eyes smoldering with needs that match my own. When she is completely bared, I lift her back into my arms, carry her to the foot of the bed, and toss her onto
